It is impossible to not be in awe of what is India. She is at once chaotic, unruly, exaggerated and constantly in motion.
The pace of life is frenetic and I believe all of India must be sleep deprived.
It is impossible, at least for me, to fully understand, much less describe her. And that’s the fascination.
I have heard that there are more billionaires minted in India each year than any other country in the world.
But that is not what attracts me. My India is rather tattered and frayed. And orange.
Especially the northern portion. Everything has a coating of orange from the polluted, smog filled air and blowing dust from the arid land.
Saffron, a color that symbolizes all aspects of Hinduism, is the color of sadhus and saints,
ascetics and sages. It is the color of the holy…
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